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Larra
frowned. She was beginning to
wish she had just killed Ramses or at the very least left him in the palace
after depriving him of his gonads.
It was too bad that her sense of propriety would not let her deal
with anyone like that, even those who deserved such
treatment. At least most of the
time. There had been the one
occasion when she had deprived the brute who had molested her of his manhood,
but it was something she had done in the heat of
battle. It simply wasn’t
in her to cold bloodedly divest a man of his private parts no matter how
brutally he had treated her. It
was not beyond her, however, to simply kill Ramses if he displeased her
enough. She could think of no
reason why he deserved to live. If
she released him she would no doubt return to his palace and continue his
routine molestation and brutalization of the members of his
harem. Such a man was not fit
to live. However, she might need
him. Ramses did have a certain
authority and he might yet turn out to be
useful. On the other hand, if
he continued his continual whining his value would decline
rapidly.
“Please, White Hibiscus,” Ramses
groveled. “We must turn
back. There is no water or shelter
here. If we proceed farther we
shall surely perish. Return to
my city and I will reward you. I
will give you riches beyond your wildest dreams.”
Ramses had ceased using the formal language
of the court, choosing instead to use the vernacular, probably in an attempt
to toady up to her. Larra was
not fooled. She despised the
brutal king. He had shown himself
an arrogant coward who hid behind his bodyguard and terrorized all who were
too weak to defend themselves against
him. Grimly she turned toward
him.
“You are coming with me whether you like
it or not. If you do not hold
your tongue I will remove it.”
She took out one of the knives she carried and with a flick of her
wrist spun it the air catching it by the
handle. There was no doubt of
her skill with the weapon. Ramses
opened his mouth and then catching the import of her words shut it
quickly. Without changing her
bleak expression Larra turned.
Ramses followed, this time
silently.
They were walking along the top of the cliff
Larra had scaled. It had taken
quite some time to reach the top, especially as Ramses had complained and
lagged behind for the entire climb.
Larra had eventually been forced to lower a rope and haul up the water
he was carrying in order to make him follow
her. Ramses might be lazy and
deceitful, but he was not entirely
stupid. Without water he would
perish very quickly in the intense desert
heat. Relieving him of the water
forced him to follow her and once at the top she had returned the water skins
to his care. He had, of course,
grumbled, and that had led to the exchange they had just
had.
Larra followed the canyon that led to the
Ramses dropped his eyes from that
glance. He appeared to be suitably
cowed. With a slight smile, Larra
continued her trek. She had come
a mile or so from where she and Ramses had scaled the
cliff. The narrow canyon she
had been following began to widen.
A few hundred more steps and she saw spread below her a large
valley. Cautiously she approached
the edge. Turning she signaled
to Ramses to halt. Uncomprehending
he merely stared at her. Larra
marched back to him. “Stay
here, I don’t need your noise alerting anyone to our
presence.”
Sulkily Ramses halted and Larra proceeded
without him. Edging close to
the rim of the canyon she peered over the
edge. Below her was a verdant
valley that was in stark contrast to the desert she and Ramses had
crossed. A small stream splashed
down a nearby slope into a tree-shaded sky-blue
pool. It was about as inviting
an area as Larra had ever seen.
What was less inviting,
however, was the small cluster of ibis-headed warriors who were guarding
the entrance to the valley. Most
of these men appeared quite bored, but had Larra and Ramses proceeded up
the narrow gorge rather than along the rim they would surely have been
seen. The lounging guards would
have had the advantage of surprise and
numbers. Outnumbered fifteen
to one Larra would have had little chance, especially since Ramses would
not have aided her in any way.
She lay down on her belly to plot her next
move. Now that she knew where
the enemy was she should be able to find her way around
them. Her eyes scanned the valley
looking for a way down that would not be observed by the men guarding the
canyon. So intent was she that
she almost failed to hear the slight sound behind
her. Instinctively she rolled
to one side. The rock that would
have crushed her skull smashed into the ground beside
her. Ramses loomed above her,
his face twisted into a snarl of rage and
hate. But he had missed his
chance. Larra’s sudden movement
had avoided his cowardly attack.
She did not give him a second chance.
Twisting her body, Larra hooked her left leg
behind Ramses’ knee while striking toward his ankle with her right
foot. The maneuver sent Ramses
off-balance. Waving his arms
wildly he teetered dangerously near the edge of the cliff and then with a
scream of fear toppled over the edge.
“Damn,” thought
Larra. “Didn’t mean
to do that.”
Ramses screamed all the way to the
ground. It took him only a few
seconds to reach the bottom, and landed with a most satisfying
thud. However, it was the reaction
of the guards that focused Larra’s
attention. Every guard in the
valley searched the top of the cliff.
Larra crept back from the edge.
“That was foolish of me,” she
mused. “Should have expected
that Ramses would try to take me from
behind. He’s made it very
inconvenient for me. Now I’ll
have to be even more careful.”
Isetnofret tried to hide her
fear. She had stopped
screaming. Making all that noise
didn’t seem to help and even seemed to make her more
frightened. Besides, the tall
white-skinned demon didn’t scream or even appear to be
afraid. Isetfofret felt shamed
by her own actions. Still, she
teetered on the verge of panic. She
didn’t like the way her captors were looking at
her. Of course they looked at
the white demon as well, but there was a certain sense of respect and awe
in their eyes when they did it.
When they looked at her all she saw was undisguised
lust. But it was not as if she
was a virgin. She had enjoyed
the pharaoh’s favours many times.
Surely if her captors chose to treat her as a prize of war the experience
could not be much worse. Or perhaps
it could. What if they all decided
to take her? There was nothing
to stop them from doing exactly that.
The humiliation of being treated like a common whore would be more
than she could bear. The very
thought made her faint.
Melissa wondered what the Nubian queen was
thinking. The dark-skinned beauty
had been silent after her initial bout of
screaming. The mere fact that
she was silent was a bit of a relief.
She had been unrelentingly noisy ever since Melissa had taken her
from the Nubian city. She was
beginning to wish she had listened more carefully to the queen’s
protests. “Out of the frying
pan and into the fire,” she thought.
She had escaped from one set of circumstances only to find herself
in an almost identical situation.
Still, it couldn’t get much worse than being buried
alive. Or could
it? She certain did not like
some of the glances that were being directed her way by the men who had captured
her. There was altogether too
much prurient interest being shown in her and she had no desire to experience
another round of sexual degradation.
Why did men always have to subject their female captives to such a
humiliating ordeal? Surely they
must have more on their mind than the rape and brutalization of every woman
they met. On second thought probably
not.
The chariot she and Isetnofret were being
transported on slowed and then turned into a narrow gap between two large
boulders. It drove on down a
narrow defile for several hundred feet and then the passage suddenly opened
out into a wide bowl-shaped amphitheater.
It was an impressive setting, and made even more so by the architectural
contributions of the people who had taken her
prisoner. Before her stretched
a wide boulevard lined with huge statues of the ibis-headed god
Thoth. The boulevard ended in
a magnificent staircase wide enough for fifty people to have mounted
simultaneously. The stairway
climbed several hundred feet before ending in a colonnaded temple that backed
into the rock of the amphitheatre.
The chariot, however, did not proceed up the
boulevard. Instead the driver
turned it toward a two story building built into the cliff and stopped in
front of the door. Melissa and
Isetnofret were escorted from the chariot and into the
building. Inside the building
was lit by natural light coming in through large open
windows. However, the light faded
as she and the Nubian queen were ushered farther back into the building to
an area that had be illuminated by torchlight.
Melissa’s heart fell as
she realized that this part of the building looked very much like a
dungeon.
It turned out to be exactly
that. A cell door was opened
and she was thrust inside. The
door was slammed and bolted, leaving her in complete
darkness. The sound of another
door opening and closing told her that Isetnofret had met the same
fate. Resignedly she felt her
way around the cell. It was bare
for the most part, but there was a sort of bed against one wall and she sat
down on it and began to work at her
bonds. “At least I’m
not buried alive this time,” she
muttered.
It took her quite awhile to work herself free
of the ropes, but she finally managed to get them loose enough to slip one
hand free. After that it was
just a matter of a few seconds to get rid of the rest of the
ropes. She wondered how Isetnofret
was making out. The Nubian queen
had been much more tightly bound than she had been and probably had not had
the considerable practice that she had had in escaping from
bondage. She lay back on the
bed. Now that she had untied
herself there wasn’t much more she could
do. She been through quite an
ordeal over the past few days and was
exhausted. She might as well
make the best of a bad situation and get some
rest. Closing her eyes she relaxed
and in a few minutes drifted off into a surprisingly peaceful
sleep.
Djeserka
high priest of the Guardians of Thoth had to see this for
himself. Two offerings, and one
of them the Nubian queen. This
was quite out of the ordinary and if true would call for a special
ceremony. He entered the guardroom
and waited in the well lit outer room.
“Bring them to me,” he
ordered. Sitting down in a chair
that had been placed in the centre of the room for his use he
waited.
The dark-skinned queen was brought before
him a few minutes later. She
was tightly bound, almost excessively so.
As he raised an inquiring eyebrow one of the guards
explained. “This is the
way she was presented to us, exalted one.
It appears that she was the prisoner of the
other.”
At that moment the “other” entered
the room.
Djeserka caught his
breath and stifled an exclamation.
He had never seen such an extraordinary
woman. Her skin was as white
as the purest sand and she towered over the guards who escorted her from
the cell. Although partially
hidden by the white robe she wore her womanly curves could not be
disguised. The moment he saw
her he knew that he had to have her.
A most noble sacrifice she would be, but first he would get to know
her better.
Disguising his lust he leaned back in his
chair. “She is most
pleasing. What is she
called?”
Nodding toward Isetnofret the guard
replied. “The queen claims
she does not have a name. She
was called Honey Cake by the pharaoh before she disgraced herself by attempting
to kill him.”
“She attempted to kill the Son of
Ra? How
interesting. Why was she found
with the queen attempting to invade the
“Why don’t you ask me?” said
Melissa.
High priest
Djeserka
blinked. It hadn’t occurred
to him that the strange white skinned woman might understand
him.
“Now that you have her version of events
why don’t you hear mine?”
Melissa continued. Did
the queen tell you that she kidnapped me and had me buried
alive?”
“The demon put a spell on the pharaoh,”
Isetnofret cried. “I was
trying to save him.”
“Were you trying to save him when you
ordered me to be flogged and
raped?” As she spoke, Melissa
opened her robe, revealing the still livid weals of the whipping she had
received.
Djeserka seemed surprised by this exchange, but
not perturbed. He was most
interested, however, in what the white beauty’s partial disrobing had
revealed. Even the stripes of
the flogging could not hide the luscious curves of her ripe
body. “Untie them both,”
he ordered. He rose from his
throne. “Conduct them to
the Sacred Chamber and the Eye of Thoth.
They must be purified before they can be taken before the
god.”
The guards
bowed. Removing the ropes that
bound the two women they formed up on either side and with Djeserka leading
the way they marched from the room.
Melissa considered making a break for it, but
decided against it. She was still
not even close to recovered from her ordeal at the hands of Isetnofret and
her henchmen. Even now she could
feel the smarting of her wounds and the aching in her loins as a result of
the cruel punishment meted out to her.
In addition, she was heavily
outnumbered. There were twenty
guards in the escort provided for her and
Isetnofret. Then there was the
problem of where she would go if she did
escape. She was essentially trapped
in the strange new society she had stumbled
upon. Although she was confused
and a little alarmed by the high priest’s comments she decided it was
best to cooperate until she found out what was expected of
her.
They went deeper into the
building. Melissa surmised that
it must be built into the side of the cliff as the passage they were taking
seemed far too long to be a part of the relatively humble structure she had
entered. They marched for several
minutes, passing by several doors that were all barred and heavily
guarded. Melissa began to become
concerned. This seemed too much
like a dungeon and she had had more than enough of
captivity. She was puzzled though
as to why a man who was the high priest would be acting as her personal
escort.
They went through a final door and entered a large
chamber. With some sense of relief
Melissa saw that the room they were in was far too impressive to be a
dungeon. It was more along the
lines of some sort of temple. Two
rows of massive stone columns ran from floor to
ceiling. Each column was gigantic
standing at least forty feet high and with a diameter of over six
feet. The columns formed a gallery
that led to a gigantic statue of the Ibis-headed god Thoth seated on a massive
throne.
The guards halted, but the high priest took the
two women by their arms and led them toward the
statue. Halting halfway he fell
to his knees. Isetnofret followed
automatically and Melissa, taking her cue from the high priest and the Nubian
queen, followed
suit.
The priest began a chant in some sort of language
that Melissa did not understand.
Apparently from the look on Isetnofret’s face she didn’t
either. As the priest chanted
Melissa noted that he was manipulating a lever set into the floor in front
of him. There was a slight grinding
sound and a small section of the temple roof slid open admitting a thin beam
of sunlight.
“Clever,” thought
Melissa. “Something like
this should really impress any
followers.” Then her eyes
widened as the ray of light struck the head of the gigantic
idol. The eyes of the statue
began to glow but especially the right one, which gave off an eerie blue
light and then suddenly the light burst upon the three prostrate
figures. The high priest groaned
in ecstasy as did Isetnofret, but Melissa felt as if she had been bathed
in fire.
The pain was so intense that she could not
even scream. Gasping in the most
acute agony she writhed on the floor and then the high priest touched the
lever again, and the light disappeared.
Melissa lay sprawled full length.
The intense agony was gone, but she felt completely exhausted and
her body was bathed in sweat.
Beside her the high priest and Isetnofret got unsteadily to their
feet. The Nubian queen’s
face was fixed in a sort of rapture and that of the high priest exuded a
radiant joy. Raising his hand
he motioned to the guards. Two
of them came forward and taking Melissa under each of her arms lifted her
from the floor.
Unsteadily, Melissa struggled to get her
footing. She had no idea what
had happened to her, but something felt
different. Escorted back the
way they had come she walked a hundred paces before she realized what had
happened. Her full strength had
returned. She no longer felt
the effects of the injuries she had received at the hands of Isetnofret and
her guards. Tentatively she touched
her shoulder fingering one of the welts that had been laid upon her
back. To her surprise all she
encountered was smooth flesh. All
trace of her injuries seemed to have
disappeared. In wonderment she
followed the high priest and the escort.
It had to be the strange blue radiation that had emanated from the
eye of the Ibis headed god. Melissa
immediately thought of her mentor.
“I’ve got to get word of this to
Larra. If I ever see her
again.”
Larra crouched in a palm
grove. She was safe for the
moment. She had led the ibis-headed
guards on a merry chase and had finally given them the
slip. “Looks like I’ve
discovered some sort of sect devoted to Thoth,” she
thought. The ibis headed god
was one of the major deities of the Egyptian pantheon, but she had not heard
of it being worshipped to the exclusion of the other
gods. This seemed to be the case
in the
Eventually the day passed and night
descended. It was time to
move. She had seen the sentries
head farther into the valley and she intended to follow
them. With luck darkness would
provide enough concealment for her to find out where they had gone without
being seen. Ramses’ words,
the presence of the sentries with the ibis headdresses, and her own instincts
told her that she was onto something
important. She intended to find
out what it was. Adjusting the
weapons she carried, she left her hiding place and silently stole through
the night.
“The two new offering have been
purified,” said
Djeserka. “Thoth has
accepted and blessed them with the power of his divine
eye. They are now fit to offer
us the blessing of their bodies before they are taken to the
The assembled priests nodded in
agreement. Several of them licked
their lips in anticipation. For
most of them this was the most important benefit of being a member of the
priesthood; better even that the life of idleness and luxury the senior members
of the order were privileged to enjoy.
“As the high priest,” Djeserka continued smugly, “I
will, as is the custom, be the first to enjoy the sacrifice of their
flesh. But be assured each of
you will be rewarded in turn.”
Again the under priests nodded in
agreement. The beauty of the
two new offerings was well worth the wait; especially the tall pale-skinned
woman. None of them had ever
seen anything like her. Performing
their divine duty upon her would be most pleasant.
Melissa paced uncertainly in the room where she
had been confined. She and Isetnofret
had been separated after the strange episode in the
temple. Somehow what had happened
to her had healed her, but she did not know
how. Perhaps it was something
akin to the magical healing water that Larra had discovered in the Lost
World. She didn’t really
know, but it was with some relief that she discovered that she had recovered
her full strength. What really
concerned her, however, was the way she was
dressed. Her clothes had been
taken away by an elderly female servant and she had been left something right
out of the Arabian Nights.
“I can’t believe real Egyptians wore
clothes like these,” she murmured.
“I feel like a cheap whore in a
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound at
the door. Luxurious as her room
was, it really resembled a cell. As
far as she could tell it was entirely
underground. Completely windowless,
the door was the only way in or out and it was with some trepidation that
she watched it swing open.
Two guards entered, followed by the man she
had taken to be the high priest. He
was not a particularly imposing man, being of average height and slightly
overweight, but he carried himself with an air of
authority. This was a man who
was used to being obeyed.
Two man servants
also accompanied him, each of them carrying a
tray. The guards took up a position
at the door, while the servants spread out food and drink on a low table
in the centre of the room. Melissa
remained standing even as the high priest seated himself across from
her.
Djeserka observed the tall beauty who stood across
from him. She was deliciously
beautiful. Her long chestnut
hair framed an oval face that mirrored both strength and
beauty. Her strong jaw, ruby
lips, a straight nose, and deep brown eyes, emphasized her intelligence and
her strength of character. But
it was not her intelligence that Djeserka was particularly interested in.
What really fascinated him was
the beauty of her ivory skin, large firm breasts, narrow waist, and long,
almost endless legs. His manhood
stiffened as he envisioned himself between those powerful
thighs. But he also noticed something
else, and that was this woman was unlike any other he had ever seen in more
than just her physical presence. A
sense of power and danger emanated from
her. This was not a woman who
could simply be forced to the bedchamber.
He would have to treat her with
caution.
“Sit, Honey Cake,” he said, motioning
to the chair opposite his. With
some reluctance, Melissa obeyed.
Djeserka waved his hand toward
the food and drink. “Will
you do me the honour of sharing with me?” he
asked.
Melissa
nodded. She did not appear to
have much choice. The high
priest’s invitation was really a command disguised in polite
formality. And she had not yet
eaten that day. No food or drink
had been provided for her and she was
famished. It occurred to her
that the high priest had probably arranged it that way in order to make her
more cooperative. It also occurred
to her that the food and drink might be
drugged. She would have to be
careful what she ate. Sitting
across from the high priest she waited for him to
begin.
Djeserka noticed her hesitation and
smiled. “I will eat and
drink first,” he said.
“What is safe for me will be safe for
you.”
Melissa did not reply, but simply watched as the
high priest filled his cup with wine from an earthenware pitcher and drank
deeply. She allowed her own cup
to be filled and sipped at it delicately.
The wine might not be drugged, but if she drank too much on an empty
stomach it would have the same effect.
The high priest broke a loaf of Egyptian bread
and offered both halves to her.
Clearly he was indicating that it was not to be
feared. Melissa chose from the
right hand and the high priest nodded.
Breaking off a piece from the remaining half he stuffed it into his
mouth. Melissa did the same,
reasoning that there was no way the high priest could have predicted which
piece she would choose. The rest
of the meal proceeded the same way, with the high priest first eating and
drinking and Melissa following.
Finishing her cup of wine, she accepted a second after the high priest
refilled his own cup from the same jug.
She began to
relax. Perhaps the high priest
wasn’t such a bad fellow after all.
She took another taste. The
wine really was very good. The
next time the high priest filled his cup she was surprised to note that hers
was empty. Without prompting
she held out her cup for a refill.
Something in the back of her mind said “DANGER!” but she
couldn’t for the life of her figure out
why. Thus it was that she felt
no alarm when the high priest ordered the servants and the guards from the
room. Nor did she make any objection
when the high priest rose from his chair and took her
arm.
Djeserka could not resist a smile of triumph as
he led the tall white beauty toward the
bed. His little sleight of hand
trick had succeeded admirably. The
trusting young woman had not noticed his trickling of the white powder into
her cup as he passed his hand over it.
The drug was quite subtle both in its taste and its
affects. The user would not even
be aware of it until it was too late, as it was too late for her
now. She stumbled and fell against
him. He steadied her, placing
his arm about her. She made no
effort to pull away, but instead giggled drunkenly and turned slightly toward
him. She was so tall that her
left breast brushed against his shoulder as she turned.
“You naughty man,” she breathed, “I
think you’ve gotten me drunk.”
Djeserka had never had any one refer to him as
a “naughty man,” but he didn’t really care
anymore. The sight of Honey
Cake’s breast so close to his face had him more than a little
distracted. Breathing heavily
he pushed her down on the bed and began to remove her
clothing. His victim
giggled. Without much effort
she pushed him away. “Now
stop that,” she said coyly.
“We haven’t even been properly
introduced.”
Djeserka had no idea what in the name of the gods
the gorgeous young woman was talking
about. He had never encountered
anyone who spoke the way she did.
Perhaps it was the fact that she did not speak the language
properly. In any case what she
said made no sense. Pushing her
back down he pulled the laces on her gossamer garments allowing, her only
half-concealed breasts to fall free.
Djeserka swallowed and gawked for a second at
the magnificent hemispheres. The
girl giggled again. She seemed
totally unaware that she had been partially
undressed. Arching her back she
pulled him toward her and planted a sloppy kiss on his
forehead. “You dear man,”
she burbled. “It is so nice
of you to take an interest in me.”
She rolled away from him, her breasts swaying
erotically. Djeserka could hardly
contain himself. He was beginning
to think it might have been a mistake to put the white powder in the wine
of the white goddess. He had
never had any woman act this way before.
Melissa swayed
dizzily. She was on her hands
and knees on the bed facing toward the high
priest. She wondered what his
name was. No one had bothered
to introduce them, as she had just pointed out.
“I’m Melissa,” she
slurred. “What is your
name?” She was suddenly
very sleepy. Without waiting
for an answer she curled up on the bed and closed her
eyes.
“By the gods!” Djeserka
swore. This was
intolerable. The girl was mocking
him. Edging over to her he grabbed
her hair and jerked her head up. To
his dismay the girl’s eyes rolled back in her head and she went
limp.
Djeserka swore again, louder and more elaborately
this time. Too much white
powder. He should have measured
it more carefully, but he wanted to make sure that she was unable to resist
his advances. He released her
hair and let her head drop. A
loud snore emanated from the unconscious girl.
Climbing off the bed he surveyed his
prize. Perhaps he should just
take her the way she was. She
certainly wouldn’t offer any
resistance. But what was the
fun in that? He could have just
had her hit over the head if that was all he
wanted. Rolling the girl over
he surveyed her unconscious form.
She was sleeping peacefully, her large white breasts rising and falling
in a manner he found almost irresistibly
erotic. He swore one more
time. He would find a way to
wake her up, and when he did he would dispense with the social
niceties. He would take her by
force and revel in the screams of his victim.
He looked around for something suitable to tie
her with. He didn’t want
the guards or his servants to witness this embarrassing situation so he would
have to figure out something himself.
He saw what he wanted almost
immediately. Picking up a cotton
blanket he began to rip it into strips.
A slight sound behind him caused him to turn and then the world came
crashing down around him. As
his senses reeled he had a vague image of the girl he had thought unconscious
standing over him, and then everything
faded.
Melissa tossed aside the handle of the pottery
wine pitcher she had used to hit the high priest over the
head. She hoped that no one outside
the room had heard the noise. For
a few anxious minutes she had not been sure that her little ruse would
work. She had been forced to
drink a bit more of the drugged wine than she would have
liked. Placing her hand over
her stomach she made a very unladylike
belch. She grinned
foolishly. It appeared that she
was a little drunk. She wondered
what Larra would say if she learned of her unseemly
behaviour.
Moving over to the door she placed her ear to
it. She couldn’t hear a
sound outside. She wondered if
the high priest’s guards and servants were still
there. Most likely they
were. It was going to be a problem
to get past them without a battle.
Then she had an idea.
Putting her breasts back where they belonged, she opened the door
widely enough to admit her body she stepped into the
hall. As she had surmised the
high priest’s entourage was there, standing alertly just a few paces
away. Without hesitation she
strode boldly toward them.
“The high priest commands that you bring
him more wine,” she said to the
servants. Then she turned to
the guards. “He also commands
that you fetch his litter. He
wishes to be conveyed to his
apartments.” The four men
hesitated, but Melissa didn’t.
Without waiting for them to move she returned to the room and closed
the door behind her. With any
luck they would be so used to following orders that they would carry them
out without thinking. She was
gambling on the fact that after having watched the high priest try to seduce
her they would assume the orders came from
him. After all, they had no way
of knowing that their master was sleeping on the floor of the room with one
very large bump on his head.
She waited two minutes and opened the door
again. She made no attempt to
sneak out. She intended to castigate
the servants if they were still there in a final attempt to bluff them, but
it turned out not to be necessary, the hallway was
deserted. Without hesitating
Melissa headed off down the corridor in the opposite direct to that taken
by the servants. At least she
hoped it was. She would have
preferred to be dressed in something a little less revealing, but there was
no other selection of clothing in the room where the high priest had tried
to seduce her.
She was heading in the direction of the impressive
temple where she had been bathed in the strange blue light from the giant
statue. It would mean passing
through several doorways that were under the watchful eye of numerous temple
guards, but she didn’t have too much
choice. It really boiled down
to a choice between two evils.
Heading toward the outside would mean entering the main
The first two guards gave her little
trouble. She was able to bluff
her way past them the same way she had gotten rid of the guards outside the
room where she had been imprisoned.
The next two were more difficult.
“Halt!” ordered one of the guards as
she approached the second last door way.
He looked at her apprehensively.
Even dressed the way she was, Melissa was an impressive sight, standing
a head taller than either of the guards.
“I have been ordered to proceed to the temple
by the high priest,” Melissa said, continuing to move
forward.
“Halt,” repeated the guard, lowering
his spear. “You cannot
pass.” The other guard lowered
his spear as well.
But the two steps Melissa had taken had placed
her where she wanted to be.
Brushing aside the spear of the first guard, she struck out, catching
him just under his chin. The
blow had all of her weight behind it and it snapped his head back and threw
him up against the wall. Then
before the second man could move or even shout she whirled on him and slammed
her elbow into the side of his head just below where his helmet covered
it. He crumpled to the floor,
his spear and shield clanging as they dropped beside him.
Melissa stood and listened for a few seconds waiting
to see if the sound of the falling guards had attracted any attention. She
thanked the fact that she had trained so hard during the short time she had
been with Larra. A year ago she
would not have been able to do what she did, But Larra’s insistence
that all of her companions study the martial arts had prepared her for what
she had done. It had also helped
that the two guards had not expected any opposition from a mere
woman. “Their mistake, my
good fortune,” Melissa murmured.
She continued to the next
doorway. It was far enough away
that the guards there had not heard the
commotion. This time there were
four guards, and Melissa doubted her ability to handle all of
them. “I wish I had Larra
with me,” she thought, but taking a deep breath she strode boldly
forward.
The guards formed a line across the
doorway. “Make way,”
she ordered. “I have been
sent by the high priest to wait for him here.”
“You cannot enter,” replied one of the
guards. “How did you get
here?”
“You dare to defy the high priest?”
she asked. “Stand
aside.”
The men
hesitated. Melissa played her
trump card. “How do you
think I got here? Every other
guard admitted me.”
The men shuffled their feet
nervously. Finally the man in
the centre stepped aside.
“Pass,” he said, pulling open the door to the
temple.
Inside it was
deserted. Melissa strode to the
spot where she had been immersed in the blue
light. There in the floor was
the lever the high priest had
manipulated. Tentatively she
pulled on it, and waited to see what would
happen. Nothing happened, other
than the temple becoming better lit as the ceiling panel
opened. Melissa saw that the
sun’s rays did not strike the eye of the ibis-headed
god. “Should have expected
that,” she thought.
“It’s a different time of
day.”
She was a little disappointed, but now she had
her way out. Walking over to
the base of the giant statue she started to climb.
It was not the easiest ascent she had ever
made. The smooth marble provided
very little that she could hang onto.
However, that was somewhat compensated for by the fact that she could
use parts of the god’s body to help her up, beginning with the feet
and then climbing into the god’s
lap. From there she grabbed hold
of one of the arms which was folded across the statue’s chest and pulling
herself onto it made her way to the god’s
shoulder. She could now just
reach the staring blue eye of the god.
Reaching up she tried to pull it loose. Grunting from the effort she
strained to loosen the gem, but it appeared to be stuck
fast. She tried again, but succeeded
only in losing her balance. For
a second she teetered, almost falling to the floor three stories below, but
regained her footing just in time.
“This isn’t going to work,” she
thought. “I need something
to pry it loose.” She sat
down on the statue’s shoulder to catch her
breath. At that moment a voice
from above almost caused her to leap into space.
“Need any
help?”
Eyes wide Melissa leaped to her feet even as she
realized that she knew the voice.
“Larra?” she gasped.
Larra’s smiling face was framed in the opening
that Melissa had created in the ceiling.
“Fancy meeting you here, darling,” Larra said in her cultured
English accent.
Melissa laughed in
relief. “How did you get
here?” she asked.
“I should ask you the
same. I was scouting along the
top of the cliff when suddenly a section of rock below me slid
away. I investigated and here
I am.” As she spoke, Larra
eased herself through the opening.
Melissa noticed that her mentor was moving a little
stiffly. “Are you
alright?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” Larra replied, but
Melissa noticed that her eyes flashed an expression of
pain.
There was an unwritten understanding between Larra
and her companions that they did not discuss their sexual
misadventures. Melissa sensed
that this was one of those times.
The obvious bruising on the parts of Larra’s body she could see
told her clearly that her friend had met with some rough
action. “I’ve had a
bit of a bumpy ride myself,” she said, helping Larra onto the shoulder
of the statue. Sitting down she
very briefly outlined what had happened to her since she and Larra had been
parted, leaving out the part about the healing that had occurred under the
mysterious light from the eye of the
statue. She wanted more time
to test out what had actually happened to
her. It all seemed a bit too
fantastic.
Then Larra told her
story. By the time she was finished
Melissa noticed that the sun’s rays were shifting into
position. “Come on,”
she said. “Help me get to
the floor. There is something
I would like to try.”
Larra had a coil of rope slung over her
shoulder. Securing it to the
top of the statue of Thoth, she dropped the end of it to the
floor. Quickly the two women
shimmied down the rope. Melissa
led Larra over to the spot on the floor where she had been exposed to the
mysterious blue light. “Kneel
here,” Melissa ordered.
“What’s this all about?” asked
Larra.
“Something good I hope,” Melissa
said. She took her place at
Larra’s side and waited.
She watched anxiously as the sun’s rays slowly
scanned down toward the eye of the god.
Larra followed Melissa’s gaze, a look of curiosity on her
face. She was completely bemused
by what Melissa was asking her to do, but trusted her young
friend.
The light struck the blue eye of the
god. Immediately both women were
immersed in the brilliant blue light.
This time Melissa felt something entirely
different. Where before she had
experienced terrible pain as the rays swept over her body this time she felt
the most incredible euphoria.
Enraptured she found that she could not
move. For a few brief seconds
she lost all track of time and place, floating in some incredible ecstatic
trance. She didn’t even
notice her companion writhing in pain on the floor beside
her.
The rapture passed, leaving Melissa exhausted
and somewhat disappointed. She
found to her amazement that her body was bathed in
sweat. “God,” she said
aloud. “That’s even
better than sex.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” said
Larra, getting to her feet beside her.
“I’ve never felt such
pain. Why didn’t you warn
me?”
“I wasn’t sure whether or not it would
happen again,” answered Melissa
sheepishly. She realized that
she probably should have said something, but what she had experienced before
was so unusual she wasn’t sure that it had really
happened. Getting to her feet
she looked at Larra. “How
do you feel?”
“I’m not sure,” Larra
replied. She swept her hands
over her body. “Strange,
now that the pain is gone I feel much
better.” She seemed to consider
what had happened to her for a few
seconds. “I think my injuries
have healed. I can’t see
or feel any of the bruises.”
“That’s what happened to
me. The pain was incredible,
but when it passed I felt like a new woman.”
“Most curious,” mused
Larra. “It seems to have
the same affect as that healing spring I discovered in the Lost
World. Now I know what Featherstone
was after. I think it might be
a good idea to make sure that he doesn’t get
it.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Melissa
said. “That was what I was
trying to do when you surprised me.”
“Well, we’ve been here long
enough.” Larra was heading
back to the statue. “Sooner
or later someone is bound to turn up in this
place. Let’s get the stone
and get out of here.”
It was much easier climbing the statue with the
rope. Melissa found that her
session under the blue light seemed to have rejuvenated
her. The exhaustion she had felt
after her first climb was gone and she was able to accompany Larra to the
top easily.
It was the work of only a few moments to pry the
blue stone from the statue’s eye socket using Larra’s
knife. The two women worked as
a team, Melissa holding Larra while she stretched up from the stature’s
shoulder and worker the stone loose.
The stone turned out to be a little smaller that what Melissa had
first thought it to be. From
the floor of the temple the stone had appeared to be about a foot across,
but it was surrounded by a large mounting and the actual gemstone occupied
only the centre of the eye. Still,
it was an impressive object. It
appeared to be a large blue sapphire almost three inches in length and about
an inch and a half wide. If sold
as an item of jewelry it would have probably fetched a price in the
millions.
“Flawless,” said Larra, holding the
gem in her hands. The stone shone
brilliantly in the sunlight, but there was also something else about
it. Larra passed the stone to
Melissa. “Here, tell me
what you think.”
“It’s
warm!” Melissa
exclaimed. She could distinctly
feel heat radiating from the blazing blue jewel.
“That’s what I
thought. I think it might be
a good idea to take this someplace
safe.” Stretching up she
levered herself out of the hole she had used to enter the temple, and then
turning, offered her hand to Melissa to help her out.
There was a shout from
below. Glancing behind her Melissa
saw that the door to the temple was now open and the high priest accompanied
by several soldiers was running into the
room. He was pointing his finger
toward her and gesticulating wildly.
“Time to go,” murmured Melissa and she took Larra’s
hand and wormed her way out of the hole.
Melissa found that she was standing on the edge
of a cliff overlooking a deep valley.
Below were the buildings she had seen when she had been brought into
the
Melissa
nodded.
Larra nodded
calmly. “Much as I would
like to stay and investigate this civilization further, I think it is best
to get the Eye of Thoth
back to
She didn’t need to finish the
sentence. The mysterious blue
gem was certainly an artifact of enormous
power. It wouldn’t do to
let the Third Reich get its hands on it.
“Too bad you didn’t bring any clothes
with you. This isn’t the
best sort of outfit to trek across the desert.”
“No,” Larra agreed, leading the way
along the cliff top. “I
have a few extra garments in the chariot I came
in. They might
do.”
Larra moved as fast as she
could. Already she could see
that the temple complex below her had been alerted and chariots were racing
up the canyon, no doubt with the intention of cutting them
off. “Damn,” she
thought. “I hope they
don’t find my chariot and horses before we get there, otherwise it is
going to be tough to get away.”
Both women dashed along the top of the rugged
cliff overlooking the canyon, but they had to make frequent detours around
large cracks and fissures in the surface.
Soon Larra realized that she was losing the
race. “We have to go
back,” she said.
“I’m afraid we are cut off.”
“Won’t the others who spotted us be
back that way?” asked Melissa.
“They might, but it may take them awhile
to find a way to the top of the canyon.
They may not want to clamber up the statue of the god the way we
did. If we hurry we might get
by them before they get their act together.”
Both women threw caution to the winds on the way
back. They ran almost recklessly
over the broken surface realizing that if they did not move fast enough they
would be trapped between two groups of
pursuers. But they were not fast
enough. They realized that as
a flight of arrows flew past them.
They ducked behind a small patch of
scrub. It wasn’t much
protection, but the branches and leaves might deflect any shafts that came
in their direction. Larra strung
her bow. She hadn’t done
much shooting in the last few years, but when she had trained with the bow
and arrow she had been a deadly shot.
More arrows narrowly missed
them. Ignoring the danger, Larra
stood upright and began to methodically loose shafts in the direction of
the enemy. There were about a
dozen of so of the ibis headed soldiers, a half dozen of whom carried
bows. Larra made these her
target. Carelessly, the opposing
archers stood out in the open.
Three of Larra’s first four shafts found their target, causing
the remainder to scramble for protection.
Melissa stood by helplessly, wishing that she had more than the knife
Larra had given her. It was
frustrating to have to keep her head down and hope that her companion did
not get hit.
“Dammit,” Melissa thought, “I’m
going to do something.”
Without telling Larra was she was up to she dropped back, and then
keeping low began to work her way to the
side. Shifting over about thirty
feet she began to work her way forward, hoping to catch the enemy from the
side. There weren’t very
many of them, and her surprise appearance might make a
difference.
It worked better than she had
hoped. All of the ibis-headed
warriors were keeping their heads down.
Two of them were nursing wounds where Larra’s arrows had struck
them. A third lay still, a feathered
shaft protruding from his throat.
Screaming like a banshee, Melissa charged into
them. She caught the first two
before they had a chance to move, driving her foot into the midriff of the
first and hooking her foot behind the knee of the second while she slammed
into him, knocking him onto the rocky
surface. The rest broke, taking
to their heels and throwing way their weapons as they
fled.
Flushed with success, Melissa turned to see a
frowning Larra striding toward her.
“Well done,” Larra said.
“But next time tell me when you are going to do something like
that.”
“I’ll do that,” Melissa said, not
at all chastened. Flushed with
success she was too elated and too excited to be
reserved. Her elation ended a
second later, however, when a sharp pain shot through her
thigh.
She looked down, her eyes widening in
disbelief. Something was growing
out of her right leg, just a few inches above her
knee. “That’s not
right,” she thought.
“That shouldn’t be
there.” Reaching down she
grabbed the feathered shaft and tried to pull it
free.
Searing agony ripped through her
leg. For a second her vision
clouded, and then taking a deep breath she fought for
consciousness. From what seemed
alike a long way away she heard Larra calling to
her.
“Don’t touch it
Melissa. You might cut an
artery. It has to be pushed
through.”
Panting, Melissa fought to gain
control. It was just an
arrow. What kind of a wound could
that make? She just had to remain
calm and let Larra pull it out. Her
legs buckled and suddenly she was sitting on the ground, her head
whirling. There seemed to be
a lot of shouting and she was aware of a horde of ibis-headed warriors rushing
toward her. Larra stood between
her and the approaching soldiers, calmly loosing arrow after arrow and then
suddenly Larra gave a cry and dropped the bow.
Larra reeled and clutched at the feathered shaft
protruding from her shoulder. It
hurt like hell, but she had to fight the
pain. She was all that stood
between freedom and being taken prisoner
again. But the enemy was all
around her. Armed with spears
and swords they stabbed and slashed at her as she desperately tried to avoid
their blows. Gritting her teeth,
Larra snapped off the arrow, leaving three inches of the
shaft. Then she went to
work. She disarmed the first
soldier, deflecting the spear he thrust at her and twisting it out of his
grasp. Then she whirled amongst
her opponents like a tornado, striking, stabbing,
kicking. Her adversaries backed
away from her - those she had not already killed or
disabled. But she was weakening
fast. She suppressed the pain
of her injury, but it was real
nevertheless. She was losing
blood fast, and every drop meant eventual defeat.
Then suddenly, Melissa was beside
her. The girl had broken off
the feathered shaft that penetrated her
thigh. She could barely stand
and was balancing on one leg, but she stood back to back with her and holding
a spear waited for the cowed enemy to attack. But it was a hopeless
situation. More soldiers crowded
around them. For some reason
none of them attacked or made any effort to kill them.
But they were entirely
surrounded. Escape was
impossible.
Then the soldiers parted and the high priest stepped
through their ranks. Standing
twenty feet away he spoke.
“Where is the Eye of
Thoth? What have you
done with it?”
Larra said
nothing. Melissa shook her
head. Where
was the gem, the girl
wondered? The last she had seen
of it Larra had placed it inside her
robes. Was it still
there?
The high priest asked one more
time. “Where is the
eye? Tell me or you will pay
a painful price for your silence.”
Neither woman
spoke. The priest stepped back
and waved his arm. The ranks
of soldiers around them closed in.
The two battered women actually held out for several
minutes. It would have been an
easy matter for the soldiers to riddle them with arrows, but it appeared
that they were to be taken alive. That was not an easy
task. The first men who came
within reach were summarily laid out, but it was only a mater of
time. Both women were almost
out on their feet, fighting the pain of their injuries and the exhaustion
of trying to remain conscious while their life’s blood drained
away.
One of the soldier’s broke through
Melissa’s guard. Knocking
aside her spear he grappled with her.
That allowed several more to jump into the fray and seize both her
arms. Larra went
next. With her companion gone
she was completely surrounded and was quickly swarmed
under.
Both women continued to fight despite the hopelessness
of the situation, but they were soon
overwhelmed. The high priest
had each of them carried to a pair of flat-topped boulders situated conveniently
nearby. While one man held each
of their arms and legs he had them spread-eagled and pinned while he interrogated
them.
“Undress them,” the high priest
ordered. The men holding the
two women did not have to be asked twice.
With almost savage glee they ripped off the cotton
robes.
The high priest searched through the torn garments,
but found nothing. A few seconds
later another priest approached carrying the makeshift pack that Larra had
been wearing. He shook his
head. “So you have hidden
it,” the high priest said.
“Tell me what you did with it or I will make each of you wish
you had never been born.”
Neither woman
spoke. Melissa had no idea what
had happened to the precious gem, but would not have told even if she did
know. If Larra knew she revealed
nothing, but lay quietly waiting to see what the high priest would do
next.
Djeserka surveyed the silent
women. “Two of them,”
he thought. “Where were
all these mysterious white females coming
from?” His eyes fixed on
Larra. This woman was older than
the tall mahogany-haired beauty, but that in no way detracted from her
splendor. Even covered with sweat
and dirt she was a magnificent animal.
She lay panting, blood oozing from the wound in her
shoulder. Her splendid breasts
heaved with the rhythm of her breathing.
She showed no fear or any indication of the suffering she must be
in. Her chest heaved with the
exertion of trying to escape. The
sight filled his mind with immediate thoughts of
lust. He would have this woman,
but first he would take the brown-eyed demon who had tricked and attacked
him.
He sauntered over to where the nude figure of
the girl he had tried to seduce lay pinned and
helpless. An arrow shaft protruded
from her thigh and blood welled up around the wound and dripped onto the
surface of the rock where she was
displayed. It would have to be
removed. Smiling cruelly, he
took out his razor sharp sacrificial
knife. It was not supposed to
be used for so mundane a purpose as removing arrowheads, but in this case
he would make an exception.
He bent over the frightened
girl. She had seen the knife
and was no doubt wondering what he intended to do with
it. “You are injured,”
he said. “Your wound must
be tended to. Tell me what you
have done with the Eye of
Thoth and I will see that you receive proper
care.”
The girl turned a sweat-stained face toward
him. Her glance was
defiant. “I know nothing
of the Eye of Thoth, and
even if I did I would not help you find it.”
“Gag her,” Djeserka ordered the men
holding the girl, “I am going to remove the arrowhead and I expect she
might get quite noisy.”
Melissa tried to turn her head away as the men
holding her tried to stuff a balled up piece of cloth into her mouth, but
one of them clamped his hands on either side of her head still while the
other pried open her mouth and stuffed the gag
in. Weakly she fought to get
away. Larra had said that the
arrow would have to be pushed through, but it appeared that the high priest
was going to cut it out. Neither
solution appealed to her, but she suspected Larra’s solution made the
most sense. The high priest was
deliberately making the procedure as painful as possible.
She tried to compose herself as the knife went
in. The pain shot through her
thigh like a bolt of lightning. Her
body went rigid with pain, but she did not give the high priest the satisfaction
of hearing her scream into her gag.
Instead she bit down on the cloth and stifled her
cries.
Djeserka held the bloody arrowhead in his fingers
and then let it fall. The girl
had disappointed him. He had
made little effort to be gentle with the knife, opening a bloody gash in
her velvet thigh, but she had not so much as
whimpered. “Bind the
wound,” he ordered. He would
get to her in a few minutes; in the meantime there was the dark-haired woman
with the incredible violet eyes.
Her gaze burned into him as he approached
her. Even helpless and with the
shaft of an arrow jutting out of her shoulder she gave off and aura of
danger. But he would soon change
her expression. “Tell me
where you hid the Eye of
Thoth,” he demanded.
“If you cooperate I may be gentle with
you.”
“I lost it,” the woman
replied. “And I don’t
remember where.” Her cold
steady gaze never wavered. Djeserka
had to avert his eyes. Angered
he decided that she would be punished
first. She must have hidden the
eye somewhere. Eventually she
would tell where it was, but in the meantime it would be most enjoyable breaking
her.
He decided to leave the arrowhead where it
was. It wouldn’t disturb
his pleasure, and would make her agony that much more
acute. Above all he needed to
find out what had happened to the sacred
eye. These two women had violated
the sacred precincts of the temple and should by rights be put to
death. But he could see no reason
why he shouldn’t make their suffering as painful as
possible. He suspected that the
violet-eyed woman had probably thrown the eye somewhere while his men were
pursuing them. Or perhaps she
had stuck it under a rock or bush somewhere along the
trail. If she had he would find
it, even if it meant that his men would have to dig through the cliff top
area inch by inch. In the meantime,
he would enjoy teaching them what it meant to defy the high priest of
Thoth.
He was quite aroused by
now. Unfastening his kilt he
let it fall. He could tell from
the woman’s eyes that she knew what was going to happen to
her. Mixed with her look of proud
defiance was a glimmer of fear.
When he was finished with her that look of insolent boldness would
be gone, replaced by one of complete
subservience. He was looking
forward to that. He liked it
when women cowed before him.
“Stretch her out,” he
ordered. “I want her joints
pulled apart.”
Helpless, Larra could only struggle feebly as
ropes were lashed to her wrists and ankles and drawn
tight. Already spread-eagled,
she was stretched tight as the ropes were secured to four
trees. The soldiers tying the
ropes pulled them taut and then inserting the shaft of a spear into a loop
in each of the ropes began to wind the ropes
tighter.
Larra winced as her limbs were slowly pulled
apart. She was pretty well done
in. The pain from the arrow wound
was agonizing and continued to trickle
blood. She had to fight to remain
conscious, but she gritted her teeth and battled back against the
pain. She couldn’t give
in to the brutal high priest. The
very existence of the free world depended on her ability to
resist.
Djeserka moved between her legs and noted the
tightening of the woman’s smooth muscles as sought to
escape. Even injured and racked
with pain she still she resisted.
He licked his lips in
anticipation. His breath came
quickly as he anticipated his victory over the strange violet eyed
beauty. He was going to enjoy
this.
He let his weight settle onto her, allowing his
pounding phallus to part her labia, but he did not enter
her. Instead he bent his head
to her breasts, and taking one of her succulent nipples into his mouth sucked
hard on the rose tipped petal, feeling it harden as he did
so. The increase in the woman’s
breathing told him of her fear. He
flicked his tongue over the tip of her breast and then slowly bit
down.
He kept on biting until he had drawn blood, but
other than tensing slightly the woman gave no hint of the pain he was causing
her. Then lifting his head he
thrust hard, forcing open her gates of
paradise. The woman gave a little
gasp, but made no other sound.
He was not entirely disappointed,
however; the day was long and he had just started on
her. She was going to experience
a great deal more before he and his men were through with
her.
Larra endured the rape bravely; as she had endured
all the others. She never got
used to the horror, but at least she had learned how to endure the brutal
and degrading humiliation that the violation of her body always
caused. Above all she had learned
that a rapist did not want sex; his main motive was to inflict pain and dishonor
on his victim. She could not
stop what was happening to her, but she could endure it with bravery and
fortitude. The high priest was
doing his best to hurt and humiliate her, and she responded by doing her
best to disappoint him.
At the end, he reached orgasm without eliciting
any response from her, but it was a hollow
victory. She had been the only
one to suffer, and the experience had left her
drained. The agony of the arrowhead
in her shoulder was almost more than she could bear, and she realized that
no effort was going to be made to remove it unless she told them what she
had done with the mysterious blue gem.
Since she was not going to do that she would have to bear the pain
for as long as she could. She
hoped that she was up to it. She
expected that the “questioning” was going to last a long
time.
Djeserka climbed off the woman he had just
raped. “You are a stubborn
one,” he gasped. “But
you will tell me eventually.
My men will now take their turn.
Any time you want them to stop just tell me what I want to
know. It is entirely up to
you.”
Larra made no reply as the high priest’s
soldiers converged on her. She
knew that she was in for a terrible ordeal, but she could not afford to take
the chance that the strange blue gem would fall into the hands of the
Nazis. Given a choice she would
have preferred that the gem remained where she had found
it. After all, it did not belong
to her. It was an ancient cultural
artifact and rightly belonged to the priests of
Thoth. On the other hand, those
selfsame priests had hardly demonstrated the sort of ideals that befitted
the holders of so important an office.
Since the priests had chosen to use their power for evil it seemed
appropriate that they lose custody of the mysterious
stone.
Her musings on the morality of the issue were
forgotten as a dozen hands clutched at her
body. Spread wide she was unable
to offer the least resistance. She
was mounted by a younger and more vigorous
priest. He pushed into her with
a youthful enthusiasm that had her gasping; her entire body jerking with
each powerful thrust. Her body
soon dripped sweat, along with blood from her
wound. But her ordeal was just
beginning. A second priest climbed
on top of her, and forcing her head back and adopting a particularly athletic
position, forced his rigid organ between her already parted
lips. Larra almost gagged as
he tickled her tonsils but there was little she could do to stop him from
ravishing her mouth. Both men
pounded into her relentlessly bringing her close to fainting, but some stubborn
streak kept her conscious, and suffering.
Almost weeping with shame and the pain of her ordeal she was taken
in turn by each of the men surrounding
her.
Meanwhile for Melissa events had taken a turn
for the worse. Biting back a
moan she winced as the high priest ordered her
bound. He helped in the binding
himself. He wanted this arrangement
to be an artistic, memorable, and painful experience.
While his men held her he bound her wrists behind
her back. He had the rope tossed
over the branch of a nearby tree and pulled tight, almost dislocating her
shoulders. Barely able to stand,
the leg the high priest had “operated” on pounding in agony, she
grunted in pain, clamping her jaws to stop the urge to
scream.
The high priest stepped back to admire his
handiwork. Now he wanted to do
something really special. He
studied her perfect body. Her
heavy breasts swayed beneath her.
Yes, those would do.
Melissa gasped in pain as the high priest began
to bind her breasts. She was
particularly sensitive to this form of torture, having been viciously tortured
in this way before. The hideous
memories of those previous occasions so haunted her she that the very thought
caused her to break out in a cold sweat.
It was exactly the reaction Djeserka
wanted. This was the demon bitch
who had dared to strike him. No
doubt she was the one who had stolen the
Eye of Thoth as well.
He would punish her physically before humiliating her with a brutal
rape. With a grim smile he tightened
the knots and watched his victim begin to
writhe.
Melissa began to pant uncontrollably as her dangling
breasts were constricted by the tightening
bonds. The high priest had arranged
the cords in such a way that he could slowly tighten the ropes, squeezing
her tender flesh painfully and causing her breasts to bulge out like
over-inflated balloons. With
an audible whimper she tried to somehow adjust her body to escape the increasing
torment, but there was no fleeing the terrible
pain.
Djeserka moved behind his trembling victim and
tightened the rope binding her wrists.
Melissa let out a cry as she was forced to go up on her toes to prevent
her shoulders from being entirely
dislocated. The pain was
excruciating, and her injured leg threatened to buckle under the
strain. The high priest moved
in front of her, and taking one of her swollen breasts in his hand squeezed
the tortured flesh. Melissa began
to whimper loudly. She could
not help herself. She was close
to passing out from the shock and exhaustion of her
ordeal. Her dark eyes started
to glaze over and then suddenly opened wide as a sharp pain shot through
her already tormented breasts. She
glanced down at her nipple.
Piercing the delicate bud was a three inch needle-sharp acacia
thorn. The high priest twisted
the thorn in the wound. This
time Melissa could not hold back the
scream. The high priest added
six more thorns in a symmetrical pattern around her
areola. Melissa screamed into
her gag.
“Mmmpph!
MMMPPHH!”
The
pain was frightening. It was
all she could do to keep from fainting.
But Djeserka was not through yet.
With calm indifference to her anguished but muffled shrieks he decorated
her other breast in the same way as the
first. Then he stepped back to
admire his handiwork.
Tears streamed down Melissa’s contorted
features. Her agony was
evident. Now she was
ready. With a sardonic grin Djeserka
slowly began to untie the fastenings of his
kilt. No words were necessary
to explain that gesture.
“No!”
thought
Melissa.
“Not
again!” Not to be raped
and tortured once more. It had
happened too many times. She
was close to breaking and that meant the high priest would get what he
wanted. She feared that she would
tell him everything. But it was
so hard to resist. The feeling
of helplessness; the fear of being raped and
tortured. She would never get
used to it no matter how many times it
happened.
Djeserka moved behind Melissa’s tight little
backside. Balanced precariously
on her toes, there was nothing she could do to stop
him.
“Mmmpphh!”
The
high priest penetrated her deeply, sending a new wave of pain and discomfort
through her. Fortunately he was
not well endowed enough to really hurt her, but the rape was devastating
psychologically, and Melissa twisted her body in an effort to avoid the intense
humiliation.
“That’s it my little, Honey Cake,”
Djeserka responded, using the name Isetnofret had given him, “wiggle
your backside for me.”
Gripping her hips he pounded deeper into her enjoying the sensation
of Melissa’s tight womanhood closing about his engorged
member.
“Mmmpph!”
Melissa’s
head swam. The excruciating pain
of the wound in her thigh had her very close to
fainting. She did not try to
fight it. Unconsciousness promised
relief from her ordeal. She let
herself go and blackness enveloped her.
She was awakened only seconds later by an acute
pain in her backside. Djeserka
had shifted his attack and forced his way into her tight
anus. As he ripped her open the
intense pain burned through the sweet oblivion she had
sought.
“Mmmpphh!”
she
shrieked intro the gag, her body bucking in agony in spite of the wave of
pain it sent through her bleeding thigh.
Djeserka held her tight and forced his way deeper, sending lighting
jabs of pain through her nether region.
Djeserka watched his helpless victim writhe in
pain and fear. This was what
he liked. It gave him a feeling
of complete power to strip away this girl’s arrogant veneer and reveal
her for what she was; nothing more than his sexual
handmaiden. Breathing hard, he
continued to ravage her until with a triumphant gasp he jerked his cream
into her.
Melissa slumped
forward. She was almost unconscious,
but her perverse body would not cooperate and give her that sweet
release. Instead she hung by
her arms, her shoulders almost dislocated, and the crude gag that had been
stuffed down her throat almost choking her.
A few meters a way she could hear Larra’s
grunts of pain as she was repeatedly
raped. Melissa could not bring
herself to turn her head in her friend’s
direction. There seemed no end
to the nightmare and it was about to get worse.
The high priest had returned, having replaced
his kilt. Standing in front of
her he reached beneath her and squeezed her brutalized
breasts. The pain was so acute
she thought her breasts would rupture.
Each nipple stood erect, engorged with
blood. Each thump of her heart
sent waves of pain though the distorted mounds and caused the acacia thorns
to vibrate rhythmically.
Her muffled screams increased and then increased
again as she felt another intruder at the entrance to her valley of
pleasure. As the high priest
molested her she was raped by one of his
guards.
The ordeal lasted for several hours. To Djeserka’s complete annoyance, he was unable to elicit any response other than cries of pain from either of his victims. Finally frustrated he ordered his men to force them to their feet. There was one more way of making them talk. Sooner or later he would break them, but he had a plan for speeding up the process. In the meantime he ordered several dozen of the temple guards to begin to search the cliff top for the Eye of Thoth. One way or the other the gem would be recovered. He was certain of that.
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